Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Paraguay and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Make Up to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Tears for Fears,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantytec,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smoke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Albert Ayler,
Moss Icon,
Marvin Gaye,
B.T. Express,
Maurizio,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arthur Verocai,
The Raincoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boredoms,
Country Teasers,
Khruangbin,
Franke,
Josef K,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stereo Dub,
MC5,
The New Christs,
Thompson Twins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Judy Mowatt,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Terry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
Brass Construction,
Main Source,
Black Moon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spoonie Gee,
Clear Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Sound Behaviour,
Lindisfarne,
The Evens,
Jawbox,
CMW,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Qualms,
Carl Craig,
Skriet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sixth Finger,
Skaos,
Eric Dolphy,
Darondo,
LL Cool J,
Sandy B,
Rapeman,
Organ,
The Tremeloes,
Inner City,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.